(please read part i first :)
Stiles is acting strange after waking up from the coma, even when he gets his memories back. Sometimes he's a completely different person: aggressive, distant, and cold. Others, he's back to his old self. Once the pack n...
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"How the hell did you poison the wrong Stiles?!" Scott roared. They were gathered in Scott's living room, trying to figure out what to do. Isaac and Allison had joined them.
"Scott..." Deaton winced from where he sat on the couch, holding an ice pack to his head. "I understand that you're upset right now. But please, for the sake of my patience and everyone else's eardrums, try to reign in your emotions. They could be clouding your judgement."
In response, Scott slid his claws out and slashed at a coffee table, knocking a lamp to the floor. He felt his mother's arms around his shoulders, trying to calm him, but he shrugged her off.
"A few weeks ago," he started shakily, "Stiles was in a coma. And none of us knew it until Lydia figured it out, but that whole time, he was fighting the Nogitsune. We overlooked his personality changes and we only saw the Stiles we wanted to see, the Stiles from before."
"And it's a trickster spirit," Allison added. "It was trying to get us to believe that the possessed one was the...other one."
"Just say it," Aiden snapped. "The shitty Stiles."
Scott bared his teeth, a growl rumbling in his throat. "He's still my best friend. The accident might have changed his personality, but it didn't change who he was. We were stupid to believe that was the persona that was possessed. Stupid not to wait a little longer."
"Stupid to walk away and leave Lydia and Deaton defenseless after poisoning what was probably the only way to stop him," Kira added. "Now how will we get the real Stiles back?"
With a heavy sigh, Deaton gestured to Kira's hand, which was still holding the scroll.
"It should all be in there."
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Change the host.
No one wanted to believe it to be the only way to bring Stiles back into control of his own body, to save Beacon Hills without killing Scott's best friend, but the scroll was only several inches long and could only fit so much onto the little parchment. It was the only way.
You had to be born a banshee or a kitsune, and they didn't have time to meddle around with kanimas. The bite would have to suffice.
"It's the best chance he has, Scott," Kira said softly, having sought him out as he had stormed up to his room. Hearing that he had to give his best friend, his brother, the bite did not sit well with him. "He only has two days left before my mother...you know."
"I guess Stiles has always been testing death anyway," Scott said thickly. He shuffled through the notes he had worked so hard to make all those weeks ago when Stiles had been unconscious. When things were simpler.
"He might survive, you know." Kira took Scott's hand and gave it a squeeze. "There you go again, underestimating his odds."
Scott scoffed and couldn't help but smile. "I'm not underestimating him on purpose. That guy's just always surprised me, ever since I looked over and saw him peeing on my sandcastle for the first time when we were four."
